(wheezy out of here) Shoot that's a hard eight Better stack a straight mate I got big bread Watch me bake a large cake Shoot, that's a throwaway Caught him on the interstate We some rich Vikings Still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go) Rich nigga (facts) Buy go with these racks I'm petty (extensions) I still eat cup noodles out the gas station Sitting on top of the Chevy (Chevy) Need a big freak that'll chew me off the bone Something like American Deli (uh-uh) Lay the seat back We can fuck in the car right now, no panties She ready (hot and ready, little Caesars) Viking smoking this blunt to the fire Viking Wock, I want every drop Psychic been saw myself at the top Right here whether you like it or not My shooter a star He gon rock out for mad band Passing like gas All my guys got a hot hand You can't go back to your hood Nigga, I can Trap out the mansion We turn it to Vik land Pull up the whip (skrr) Hop out fresh as fuck Smelling like Baccarat (hey) Mixed with za (word) Hit gambling spot lil cuh just seen an opp (Oh) Trail the car Get close as you can Ohh, he better not stop Cut him off Got caught lacking in traffic Jump out fah fah fah Shoot that's a hard eight Better stack a straight mate I got big bread Watch me bake a large cake Shoot, that's a throwaway Caught him on the interstate We some rich Vikings Still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go) Shoot, put a white Patel on a black bitch, true facts Real Viking Fuck her, then go eat her kid's fruit snacks Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back Cleaning house, sweep the floor Walked out the door with them racks (hey) I'm smoking out the pound, bitch Rest in peace my uncle First nigga I saw snort off a mountain Used to grind for grandma Whole bow to cap an outfit I don't go out for nothing less I get paid I'm in the house lit Money go Chanel hat (Drip) This bitch cost four racks, nigga don't play with me (trim) Big speaker, the one they wanna be and who they hate to see (him) I'm the type of nigga Take his bitch and make him babysit (Boy) When the stars light up inside the foreign I get spaceship vibes (go) Three point five, fuck I feel like I can fly Something must be wrong with the club lights They paid me to come and shine When she asked me What's my zodiac? I told her Dollar sign (oh) I don't trust nobody more than my fire Wish a nigga would try me I'ma up it and Shoot that's a hard eight Better stack a straight mate I got big bread Watch me bake a large cake Shoot, that's a throwaway Caught him on the interstate We some rich Vikings Still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go) Shoot Shoot Shoot Shoot
